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I would live in pyjamas if I could. They are super comfy and relaxing and they make me feel so free.

I really want to learn to play the piano and have done since I was a nipper.

I put vinegar on almost everything I eat. Including chicken.

If I could only eat one food for the rest of my life, it would be cereal. I look forward to going to bed at night because I know when I wake up, I get to eat more cereal.

I know almost every capital city of the world.

I cannot leave any letters of Alphabetti Spaghetti in the tin. I have to get the last little piece out or I won’t be able to eat the rest of the tin. All of the letters have to be united one last time!

I absolutely hate going to the toilet at night. I think there is something creepy about a toilet flush when it’s dark so when I go to the loo at night, I have to sprint back to my bed before the monsters get me.

I am still scared of monsters underneath my bed. I blame the Powerpuff Girls.

Any time someone asks me “what’s your favourite song” or “what’s your favourite film” or “who is your favourite celebrity” I instantly forget every song, film and celebrity. I’m not good with being interrogated.

I find it relaxing playing with my hair; I’ll quite often plait and replait my hair while I’m reading because it is something for my hands to do.

When I was 15, I passed my Grade 5 trombone exam, 2 marks off a Distinction.

I have an incredibly low tolerance towards arrogant cockalorums and bitchy snollygosters.

Every time someone asks me to remember something, I refuse to write it down because I want to prove to myself that I have an awesome memory and then I end up forgetting it anyway. I justify my actions by arguing that I would just forget that I had written it down or that I forgot where I put the note. If it is important enough, I will remember it whether I write it down or not.

I always, always, always go to write ‘every time’ as one word. Always.

I cannot stand orange juice with bits. It is an abomination of nature. The bits in orange juice remind me of food floating around in the washing bowl when you’ve nearly finished the washing up and there’s always that little piece that comes floating towards your hand and gives you the heeby jeebies.

I once convinced myself that I couldn’t make orange squash. I made it twice and both times it tasted awful but when my grandad made some for me, it tasted perfectly fine. It took me days to realise I had been using flavoured water.

Sometimes I say “defiantly” instead of “definitely” to pay homage to those who spell “definitely” wrong.

I have a phobia of vomit. Seeing vomit, smelling vomit, touching vomit and even the act of vomitting.

I have kept a diary since January 1st, 2009, that I have written in almost every day. It has now become an obsession and I find I can’t not write in it each day.

People make me nervous.

The best way to win my heart when chatting me up is to use totally cheesy, totally awful pick-up lines, particularly science ones. There is something cute about awful nerd puns. “If I were an enzyme, I’d be DNA helicase so I could unzip your genes.” PAHA!

I was 18 when I had my first kiss.

I wish I had a larger vocabulary but every time I try to learn more words, I get confused or never stick at it to learn enough to make a difference to my day-to-day conversations.

I am not convinced that I can staple.

I have always wanted a beard/moustache/the ability to grow facial hair.

I am such a moral person that I once received two pairs of shorts instead of one when I placed an online order for New Look and instead of returning one pair to get the money back but keeping the other pair (so I would have effectively received a pair of shorts for free), I returned the duplicated pair with the truthful story. And I wasn’t even thanked.

I cannot apply eyeliner. I have tried and tried again and every time I try, it comes out inconsistent and wobbly and so far from the edge of my eyelid I may as well be drawing in my eyebrows.

I can do the splits!

I hiccup very loud. It can be annoying to other people but it just makes me laugh. And scaring me doesn’t help the hiccups disappear.

I love fire.

I got stuck in a lift on holiday when I was 16 and I seriously thought I was going to die.

I cannot wink.

I cannot whistle.

I used to swim like a mermaid when I was younger because I was convinced that one day, I would become a mermaid. Still dreaming here.

If I am in my room and you enter and then leave without closing the door behind you, I will hate you for the rest of your life.

I like watching people and seeing how they interact and wondering what is going on in their lives and what makes them them.

I can’t remember how many books and screenplays I have written. Not because I have written so many, more because none of them are good enough to stay in my mind.

I am the Ice Queen! No, seriously. Even in the middle of summer I still wear two shirts to work and my touch is colder than Elsa’s.

Whenever I find a new song that I like, I will listen to it constantly for days, maybe even weeks, until I don’t like the song anymore.

I love having my back scratched. I would sit and have it scratched all day if I could. But scratching my own back doesn’t give me as much pleasure as when someone else does it.

I can’t ride a unicycle.

When I was about six, I had a dream. At the time, I had recently been told that if you tell someone your dream, it won’t come true, so I never told anyone about this dream and still haven’t to this day. I’m still hoping it’ll happen!

Conversely, I always tell people of my nightmares. I have pretty strange nightmares so even though it is impossible for them to come true, I have to tell people. Just in case.

I would love to design a house to live in when I am older, it is a huge dream of mine to be able to have the perfect house, full of nooks and crannies and purpose-specific rooms!

I have been addicted to the Sims at multiple stages during my life and I fully expect to be addicted to the Sims 4 when it is released.

If I drink orange juice too fast, I get sick.

My appearance hasn’t changed since I was ten.

The thought of being barefoot around strangers/people who aren’t my family/boyfriend sends shivers down my spine and physically scares me.